White walls, bare wooden floors.

Indecision is not always bad, sometimes it even leads to the determination. Or leads to the solution. Or does not lead anywhere (also a kind of solution). ~For Tessa~

Time goes, faster and faster. Old friends disappear as though they were not there at all. What remains? Blues, that all blues. It's mine.

There is only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous. And back.

This piece is an illustration of one of the episodes of a Russian fairy tale about a little brave Humpbacked Horse. Instruments used: blues harp (harmonica), classical guitar and some bells-and-whistles. Narrated by Svetlana.

Daytime and night direction of the senses are different, and not only with increased perception, but also with some distortion of reality. Voices of the previous thousands of years?

Musical piece about the fairy adventures of toys on and around the Christmas tree, and all that. For us, the boring adults realists, such a story is ridiculous, but not for them - for children who listen to tales with bated breath. For them…

~time as metaphor of being~ ...the chronotope is 'a unit of analysis for studying language according to the ratio and characteristics of the temporal and spatial categories represented in that language'. Specific chronotopes are said to correspond…

~and then he felt how it was - that last year's snow~

~blizzard a silent. In white~